Lin Zhaoming is the city's top ten tycoons, counted as a famous big shot, although low-key, and even a few mysterious, but the reporter always have the ability to pervasive, he is seriously ill, quickly spread, the newspaper three days on the news reports.
Qiao Wen and Chen Canaan didn't receive any more calls from Lin Zi Hui, thinking that they didn't need any help from them, and the two of them couldn't hastily visit the hospital again.
All news about Lin Zhaoming and the Lin Group could only be learned from the newspaper.
--Lin Zhaoming, the "King of Commerce", is terminally ill and hospitalized, and the mysterious Prince returns to take the helm of the Lin family.
Qiao Wen looked at the front page news on the newspaper in his hand, which was accompanied by a photo of a black Mercedes-Benz, except that the teal windows were closed tightly, so that only a vague silhouette of a person in the back seat could be seen, presumably the mysterious prince of Lin's, as stated in the report.
Lin Zhaoming and his wife have only one son, the rumored crown prince of Lin's, who went abroad to study when he was a child and has been living in Europe ever since, not to mention the media, even Lin ZiHui doesn't know much about him. Now that Lin Zhaoming is dying and the Lin family has changed ownership, the media is naturally interested in this mysterious Prince.
Chen Canaan walked over with a can of soda, leaning toward Qiao Wen's side and feeding him a mouthful in passing, glancing down at the news headlines with his eyes lowered, saying, "I wonder how Zi Hui's Abba is doing?"
As his words fell, the phone next to him rang and he casually answered it.
"Uh, okay, I'll tell Little Joe."
"Your condolences."
Hanging up the phone, Pretty Nan looked at Jovan with a sullen face.
"Zihui called?" Jovian didn't have to guess to know what had happened.
Chen Canaan nodded, "Zi Hui's father died this morning after a long illness, and the three days of mourning will begin tomorrow. Zi Hui said that originally Mrs. Lin would not allow him to participate in the aftermath, but fortunately his elder brother agreed to let him participate as his youngest son."
Qiao Wen sniffed thoughtfully, "It seems that his elder brother is quite sensible, in this way, Zi Hui can also be considered to have been able to send his father on his last journey without leaving any regrets."
Chen Canaan said, "Then I'll have someone prepare a wreath and we'll go to offer condolences tomorrow."
Jovian nodded, "Uh-huh."
Early the next morning, the sky was dreary and it was drizzling.
Although the Lin family is thin, Lin Zhaoming had a wide range of friends before he died, and there was an endless stream of people who came to the funeral parlor to offer their condolences. Chen Canaan and Qiao Wen, dressed in black suits, each holding a wreath and a handful of white chrysanthemums, followed the crowd of mourners.
After placing the wreath at the door, the two entered the funeral hall with the mournful music. Lin Zhaoming's coffin was placed in the center, and in front of it was a large black and white photo of him. Originally, Qiao Wen always felt that this big boss was too deep, but at this moment, looking at this photo with a slight smile, he realized that he was actually an ordinary middle-aged man, and even had a little bit of kindness.
A man who can give birth to a son as upright and pure as Lin Zi Hui, I don't think he would be a father of any great treachery.
After offering white chrysanthemums and bowing and offering incense, the two men went to the family members next to them and said, "Condolences."
There were only a few family members, and when they saw people coming, they bowed low and saluted.
The middle-aged woman in the front row who is all onyx, but has a rich and graceful appearance, should be Mrs. Lin. Lin Zihui stood behind the left side of this Mrs. Lin, originally Qiao Wen's focus was on this close friend of his, but his eyes had to fall on the man in front of him first.
The man stood side by side with Mrs. Lin, wearing a black suit with a white mourning cloth draped behind him, and after bowing low, he slowly raised his head, seemingly inadvertently meeting Qiaowen's baffled and stunned gaze.
Jovian had to be baffled.
The last time he'd seen the face had been almost seven years ago, but after more than twenty years together, he wouldn't forget the face even after another seventy years.
This was Lin Nan's face, but the man in front of him could not be called exactly the same as Lin Nan, because the expression of the eyes, were not the same - of course, perhaps it was also because of the spirit hall.
In the other world at first sight of the long-lost deceased, even if it is only a similar face, Qiao Wen can not do calm as usual, he only felt his heartbeat accelerated, blood turbulence, the original flexibility of the brain, suddenly chaotic, and instantly lost the ability to think.
It was Chen Canaan who warned in a low voice beside him, "Xiao Qiao!"
Qiao Wen returned to his senses and nodded towards a few of the Lin family members, and couldn't help but glance at the all-too-familiar face, who also gave him a slight nod.
Qiao Wencai suppressed his shock and left with Chen Canaan.
"What just happened?"
Although Chen Canaan's mind was as coarse as a bowl, but for Qiao Wen's emotions, he had always been keen, and naturally noticed his disorientation in the spiritual hall earlier, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice after he went out.
Qiaowen's heart was still beating wildly as he turned his head to look at him and shook his head, "It's fine, it's just that the thought of people dying is a bit heavy."
When Chen Canaan heard him say this, he sighed in an old-fashioned manner and said, "That's why we have to cherish the days we're alive."
Qiao Wen hmmmed, and as if he remembered something, he said, "Especially you, when you make movies in the future, don't design actions that are too dangerous, and every time you design something, you try it out yourself first. I know you're very dedicated to making movies, but if something really goes wrong, it'll be too late to regret."
Chen Canaan hemmed and hawed, not really caring, "It's fine, I have my measure."
"That's certainly easy to say." After a pause, he added, "In the future, give me advance notice of dangerous maneuvers, and I'll approve them before you go on."
Chen Canaan took his shoulders and said, "I know Xiao Qiao is the best for me, don't worry, I will definitely protect myself, I still have to live with you for decades."
Jovian glanced at him and smiled, shaking his head while his mind was still occupied with the face he had just seen.
Of course he knew that the man just now was Lin Zhaoming's eldest son, Lin Zi Rui, the crown prince of the Lin Clan as the media called him.
Just why does he look almost exactly like Lin Nan?
Did Lin Nan also come to this world, or was it simply a person who looked similar to Lin Nan?
Lin Nan! Lin Nan!
Qiao Wen's mind floated back to the last scene of the two years ago, when the giant truck crashed head-on and Lin Nan shielded him tightly behind him. When he opened his eyes again, all he saw was Lin Nan's mangled remains.
Lin Nan died saving him, making it difficult for him to let go of this for many years, and he could only wash away the pain of guilt by taking risks.
If Lin Zi Rui was really Lin Nan, which meant that he was really alive and well in another world, then wouldn't he finally be able to say goodbye to the pain that had been dusty for years? Wouldn't he be able to regain this brother who had been gone for years?
The thought made him almost excitedly impatient to know the truth.
However, now that the Lin family was having a funeral, there was no way for him to ask for proof, so he could only wait until after Lin Zhaoming's funeral.
In the next few days, Qiao Wen was unmotivated to work and went around collecting newspapers about Lin Zi Rui, and also asked Zhang Jia Ming to help with the investigation.
However, the news about Lin Zi Rui is really minimal, it is only known that at the age of twelve, he went to the United Kingdom to study at a boarding school, and after getting a master's degree in economics from Oxford, he did not return to Hong Kong, and has been traveling in Europe, and is now twenty-eight years old, and has yet to marry and have a child, and as for what he has actually done over the years, outsiders have no knowledge of it.
No wonder the media called him the mysterious Prince of Lin.
After Lin Zhaoming's funeral and the first seven days, Qiao Wen and Chen Canaan were worried about Lin Zi Hui's condition and brought gifts to his home to pay a visit.
Lin Zi Hui now lives with his uncle in a new villa, not far from the Hibiscus Tea Room, a typical location and residence of the rich. Lin Zi Hui is now living a proper rich life.
The door was opened by a middle-aged maid in white and black pants.
"Arwen and Nan, you guys are here?"
Lin Zihui, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, saw the two of them come in and busily got up to wave. He was still in pretty good shape, just a little thinner than before, obviously his father's death was a big blow to him.
Jovian didn't put his eyes on him too much, though, as he caught sight of the other man sitting on the couch.
The man had already stood up along with Lin Zi Hui when the two entered the door, smiling faintly at the two, and said in a gentle manner, "Zi Hui, your friend?"
Only then did Lin Zi Hui remember and said, "Ah Wen Anan, this is my big brother Lin Zi Rui. Big brother, this is my friend Ah Wen Anan."
Qiao Wen looked at the long-lost face and secretly took a deep breath to make himself look as normal. He walked forward with Chen Canaan piece by piece, extending his hand towards the person and saying, "Hello, Mr. Lin!"
Lin Zi Rui smiled and shook hands with the two of them, courteously saying, "Just call me Jeffrey, you're Qiao Wen and Chen Canaan from Wen Nan Film, right? I've read your interviews in the newspaper."
He was born tall and straight, handsome eyebrows, clear outline, a formal dress with style, perhaps because of living in England for a long time, there is a kind of natural British gentleman style.
If one were to take away the almost identical appearance, this person indeed had a very different temperament from Lin Nan. This was a typical Hong Kong Island nobleman who had received a British education.
But Qiao Wen still held a little bit of luck, he looked at him and said as if casually, "I heard that Mr. Lin had lived in Europe for a long time before, I don't know if he has ever been to the Vincent Coffee Manor in Reims, France, and I have heard that the coffee produced there is very good."
After he finished, Chen Canaan, who was on the side, eeped and said, "Do you want to drink it? Let's go back, I've never been to Europe!"
Qiao Wen nodded perfunctorily and looked at Lin Zi Rui, his heart beating like a drum as he waited for his answer.
He said the coffee manor, is his year and Lin Nan gap backpacking tour when he went to the place. At that time, just graduated, it is young and frivolous, all the way to spend, and so to Reims, the body money left, they played a month of short-term jobs in the manor, to make up enough money to go on the road again. Since childhood, the two young masters, in the manor for the first time to do hard work, in order to earn a few hundred euros, for two people, it is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and then the two also plan to return to the manor vacation, but then there is no opportunity.
He wasn't sure if there was this coffee manor in this era, but if the man across from him was Lin Nan, he would definitely react when he heard the name.
However, Lin Zi Rui just frowned and thought about it, obviously not remembering anything, then shook his head with a light smile, "Although I've been to Reims, I really haven't heard of this coffee manor, I'll go and ask around later, and if I have the chance to go to Reims again, I can give it a try."
Sure enough, it wasn't Lin Nan, and Qiao Wen secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, not knowing whether it was a sign of gratitude or frustration.
He spread his hands and laughed, "I only heard about it by chance, and I don't even know if it's just someone else talking nonsense."
Lin Zi Rui nodded, smiled at him, and turned his head, "Zi Hui, since your friend is here, I won't bother you guys, I'll contact you later."
"Okay, big brother, I'll walk you out the door."
"No, you entertain your friends."
Lin Zi Hui still sent the man to the entrance hall and watched the servants walk him to the courtyard door before turning around and slowly returning. This illegitimate son, who had not been recognized by the Lin family, was clearly very close to his older half-brother.